Asmodyus’ P.O.V

The room contrasted from the world outside. Rain came down like pellets as thunder rolled in the far distance. Fire crackled in the fireplace to the right as I sat snuggled up in the arms of my mother, listening as she read a story. As interesting as the story was, my little hatchling brain had been thinking of something else.

“Momma?”

She looked down at me from the book, her fingers lifting from their spot in my hair. Her eyes ...